Short Penance Poems
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Quietly sauntering
through faded lights
on an alley,
past transgressions mirror
to beg for unresolved penance.
Darkness is
Energy depleting
Penance with no
Residual happiness
Emotional
Serenades
Sifting
Inside
Overcoming
Nothing
Divine abode
Oldest cave temple
Saintly aura overwhelms
Abode for penance
Date Oct 29 2016
Contest Saints and sinners
In confessionals of doubt
he chased absolution
The devil unmasked
—his penance forsworn
(Washington Chapel: November, 2021)
Everything I regret happened so many years ago.
Nowadays I refuse to be taught just how to even let go.
Until that night I overcame my embittered ego.
He’s read from first to final chapter.
The most and least he’s followed after.
Penance and prayer, or sin and laughter?
The difference was all in his head.
The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Especially Baptism
Penance
Which restore us to the friendship of God
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No sweeter air then after the
penance of a piano note,
cascading chords and the fate of Atlas.
Tears of a warrior
How does one caress delicate
Strength and Love
innocent cents are found in the essence of patience
good riddance of stolen cents is the essence of repentance
the essence of repentance is to sow in the soul penance
tattered
tired
torn
tense:
walking in
circles
a penance
to a quit place
slipping
spinning
fallen
finished...
transient
The posse came a-howling for vengeance
The Senator must now perform penance
His pleas for mercy ignored
His reputation was gored
Beheaded by public opinion's sword
Pow! the pale powder pumps power into
The pastor’s panicked pulse. Peeing his pants,
He pulls his parcel and pitter-patters
To the piss-pot, paying his penile penance.
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Founded in the Han,
Dynasty and Rome, 'Tickle,
Torture' was penance,
Of nobles, no scar, quick fix,
Salted feet, for goats to lick.
Proposing pure penalties
Rambling rancorous reveals
Opining odd occasions
Pitching putrid penance
Heralding heinous happenings
Evoking erroneous events
Teaching terrific tautology
I dislike deception most of all.
Humankind is ready to fall
To the lowest position,
Ignoring values like
Loyalty and trust,
Lacking penance
And remorse.
What a
Shame!
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I bit the ampule
hard enough to cut my tongue.
I let the splinters rake their penance
against my frenulum for months.
Still, it won't change the trajectory,
not all at once—nothing does.
Tender petals of youth wither and fade
Stinging the soul with regret
Sharp penance of years
A yearning too deep for tears
A token of repentance
Times short pleasure to take
Youthful mirth vanishes away
It is my turn to face the flame
The darkest fire
Her wrath of penance
The woe from my pestilence
An evil army of deadly words
Damnation to finally pay
it leaves a sour taste in the mouth
I am now ended
Form:
Walk the Line
Draw a line under it
On a Charity Fun Run
As penance
For crossing the line's
So Many Time's
You stopped counting
How many pairs of shoes it took
To look before crossing
Dangerous Paths
REJOICING WITH THE SAINTS
Washed with the waters of baptism
Nourished with the food of life
Mingled amidst the blood of the Lamb
Drawn back through the grace of penance
Filled with the spirit through confirmation
Partly to blame I
Accept my penance.
To quick to love,
knowing the end was
Imminent. Yet I strive
to
Endure......to Overcome
Never thinking, that loves
Choices, would lead to
Extreme Heartache!!
An angel
Fell down
From hell
Today
His body unburned
With so much to say
He said the war was too much
And he wanted to try his luck
As a human and ask
For repentance
Get closer
To heaven
To pay his penance
The honorable way
Hangovers are a back-tax on fun.
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot:
"Can last night just belong to last night?”
I’m not thinking about sins and penance
or making any bound-for-failure resolutions.
I’m giving myself a mental health break.
I am a tenant
of your penance.
I reside in your house of discontent.
My whispers scream
too loud
and yet
a voice too small to be heard.
I live in a vastness of silence
of words which cannot be heard.
This house is called dread.
Form:
In Jail
Ringing penance bell
No bail
Till decaying of Sin
Have to live in this bin
Dark and insects
Sin decaying facts!
Weeping wife,
Growing child
Outside make all strife
Throw the knife
Find these bloods
go on against your life!